Cursed

A cold rain falls,
the wind bites.
Not even the thickest walls,
could warm me tonight.
The silent emptiness
seeps into my soul,
draining any happiness
it leaves a gaping hole.
Sick sadness fills me,
writhing within my heart.
The aching consumes me,
it rips me apart.
Will the pain ever stop?
Will I be happy again?
No like the raindrops
pain hides within.
Some days its not so bad,
others it is worse.
Though it seems I am cursed
to always be sad......
4/6/05